Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.